It must take an unusual person to like being away from home all the time, Claire thought to herself blandly... although, on the other hand, Balamb Garden was something a lot like that too, while at the same time completely opposite as well in some ways- more so because of her off-worlder status. It wasn't like she could say much once she'd thought of that, however, which caused a brief spark of annoyance as she considered it; the question of whether or not she'd truly chosen this life as a SeeD, however temporary or not, was one she continued to struggle with.
Initially, just as he'd thought, she simply ignored the comment, but as several seconds ticked by, she began to realize with far too much distraction-caused delay for her own tastes the slight opening that was just neatly set in front of her. She frowned as she continued to stare off and downward.
Her curiosity about 'Lightning' was immense - how could it not be? - but all this time she'd always done her best to apparently flip-flop without any predictability over whether she really wanted to hear any details about the other woman. It was only very rare chances that she ever felt like pursuing the opportunity to ask- never without provocation, always after second-guessing herself.
In some way, she knew that if she were to be exposed to more of what the people from that other version of her world had to say, the fragile structure of beliefs she held about her own would be compromised-- a point that was all but entirely moot by now, of course. The only reason her reluctant interest went unaddressed now was only because there were now fewer of those from Cocoon or Gran Pulse of any version left behind- less chances to ask even if she was bold enough to do so. She still wanted very little to do with any of them.
Still-
"Do you know why she joined the Guardian Corps?" she asked finally, voice and body tense with lingering reluctance, and though it hadn't been said, the 'she' she was talking about surely wasn't hard to guess at.
At least this time she wasn't pointing a gunblade at the person she was trying to get the information out of.
no subject
Initially, just as he'd thought, she simply ignored the comment, but as several seconds ticked by, she began to realize with far too much distraction-caused delay for her own tastes the slight opening that was just neatly set in front of her. She frowned as she continued to stare off and downward.
Her curiosity about 'Lightning' was immense - how could it not be? - but all this time she'd always done her best to apparently flip-flop without any predictability over whether she really wanted to hear any details about the other woman. It was only very rare chances that she ever felt like pursuing the opportunity to ask- never without provocation, always after second-guessing herself.
In some way, she knew that if she were to be exposed to more of what the people from that other version of her world had to say, the fragile structure of beliefs she held about her own would be compromised-- a point that was all but entirely moot by now, of course. The only reason her reluctant interest went unaddressed now was only because there were now fewer of those from Cocoon or Gran Pulse of any version left behind- less chances to ask even if she was bold enough to do so. She still wanted very little to do with any of them.
Still-
"Do you know why she joined the Guardian Corps?" she asked finally, voice and body tense with lingering reluctance, and though it hadn't been said, the 'she' she was talking about surely wasn't hard to guess at.
At least this time she wasn't pointing a gunblade at the person she was trying to get the information out of.